I saw an old man in his pyjamas taking the stinky trash out
I saw dirty looking teenagers hanging out in the alleyway smoking secretly
I heard mice squeaking all around me
I heard my owners neighbours fighting
I smelt lovely rotten fish
I smelt my friends next to me purring loudly
I tasted the bugs in my fur
I tasted smoke from the gloomy factories nearby
I wondered if the pumpkins will come alive
I wondered if my owners neighbours would stop fighting
Awesome writing. I like the line about the gloomy factories. I can picture that in my mind!
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